I HATE Being a LANDLORD

OK. Well, this post should have been a glowing report about how relaxed our week at Vero Beach was and what a nice vacation it was, blah, blah, blah. BUT, it wasn't THAT great, the kids were hacking from the touch of red tide in the Atlantic, the room was small and beds even smaller, the "view" of the beach didn't exist and the resort itself was just not that spectacular. Not up to usual Disney level except for the sweet and attentive staff. SIDE NOTE TO MAINTENANCE PEOPLE AT DISNEY'S VERO BEACH RESORT: CLEAN THE POOL. SHOCK IT, SCRUB THE TILES, EMPTY IT OUT AND RE-FILL IT UP AND THEN KEEP CLEANING IT. IT IS REALLY YUCKY, AND I AM REALLY NOT THAT PICKY, SERIOUSLY, FOLKS!!!!!

So, unfortunately, I have no photos to share of our getaway. Oh, well. We were really just checking it out to see if we'd like it.. and we don't. So sorry. Instead, I'm going to bitch about what a crock of crap it is to have to be a landlord to my own Mother. What a pain in the ass. She is so difficult that I cannot believe that we ever even decided to help her by buying the condo so that she can rent it from us. (Purchased in April of 2006-DUH... this wins the title for Jason and Alisa's worst investment EVER!).

Last night we get a call at 9:30 at night. She's got water on the floor in the bathroom. But she doesn't know where it's coming from. It's in both bathrooms. Jason had to get out of bed and drive over there and figure out that one of the toilet o-rings needs to be replaced.

Well, this morning, Jason gets a call on his cell (he's SOOOOOOO happy she has his cell number) and she is now locked out of the apartment, because the new lock (which he had to install last week) doesn't work. So instead of spending this weekend putting down all of the top soil we had delivered, taking out the dead palm trees and start the urban garden we want to do with the kids, he's first got to play handyman at the condo. Yipee. My stuff will have to wait.